Osiris represented peace, non-violence and the greening
of the Earth. He represented love and respect for all things. He sensed
the divine in all things.In ancient mythology he was repeatedly alluded
to as "THE GREEN". Inspite of all that - or perhaps because of these
qualities- he was many times murdered and was finally dismembered and
his parts dispersed in the four corners of the known world. The priests
covered up, by inventing a false drama about a victorious Osiris, Who
rules for ever in the underworld. Mummified, separated and kept safely
out of life and politics. Long before anyone dreamed of it Osiris was
the first protagonist of the green party!

What follows are the sayings and songs of Imhotep architect of the great
step pyramid at Sakkara, philosopher and greatest physician of all time
around 3000 B.C. reconstructed with full poetic licence as during his
last pilgrimage along the valley of the river Nile trying to recreate a
drama that had already become forbidden in his time. Thus then the great
Imhotep presents:

The passion drama of Osiris falsely called the victorious god of the
dead and of the underworld.

A preparatory introduction about Imhotep and Osiris:27centuries before
the beginning of our calendar in Menufer (Memphis) there rose to fame
and highest repute a man who started life as a commoner.

Unlike the high priests who now looked up to him and obeyed him albeit
with some resentment, Imhotep knew the soft red mud of the great river
Nile, he knew first hand the miracle of Osiris which imbued this mud
with unparalleled fertility.

He knew the Osirian teachings, which transformed the life of mankind. It
was even reputed that he was taught by Osiris himself in all the great
arts and sciences that Osiris regularly carried from the deep secret
vaults of the Gods and transmitted to mankind.

Above all Imhotep learnt from Osiris the arts and sciences of
Agriculture and Medicine. He soon became so well known for his knowledge
of healing. Hoards and hoards of sufferers from the whole of the valley
and delta and also from all the known parts of the world flocked upon
him begging for him to bestow the miracle of healing. He was a great
physician without a doubt the greatest physician of his time. He
accurately identified hundreds of hitherto unknown causes of sickness
and of death. He identified hundreds of medicinal plants.

True to his teacher and to his calling as healer he delved deeper and
deeper into causality, till he dramatically diagnosed that deep at the
root of all suffering was the unhealed soul, the divided self, fogged
from its calling and potential fogged from its own Osiris.

Imhotep also diagnosed an inherent discord in the make up of a conscious
male mammal.

For him all these discoveries were key to understanding and liberation.
For decades Imhotep worked on the high priests and the princes of Egypt
to impart his enlightenment to no avail. Not only did his endeavours
meet deaf ears but he was subject to several murder attempts.

Each time his heightened awareness and deep knowledge helped him escape
the danger at the eleventh hour.

His heart yearned to respond to the millions that clamoured for his
healing. He in his lofty position had fallen in love with these amazing
natural peasant farmers. According to the rigid hierarchy of the time
these peasants were considered the lowest in creation. Their reluctance
to fight, their aversion to soldiering, killing and weapons were
considered sure signs of their lowliness.

Unknown to most, Imhotep knew that these condemned qualities were
wonderful echoes of the Osirian teachings on non-violence as the path to
healing, sublimation and the attainment of the full human potential.
"The true Osirian disciples" he thought as he witnessed them being
abused by all levels of authority as the lowest of the low.

The irony was that ?in keeping with the fashion of the times- they
worshipped Osiris as the alleged victorious dead God of the dread under
world. Osiris was victorious, the priests assured the bereft populace,
through his son Horus. The pharaoh impersonating Horus was further
legitimised to rule absolutely over the unsuspecting populace for ever
and ever and ever, through his descent from the great Osiris and through
his defeat of evil in a battle with the bad Seth when eventually the
superiority of Horus God/Pharaoh arms and armour prevailed.

Imhotep knew in his heart of hearts that this story was untrue and
contrary to Osiris? teaching and testimony. Nothing could be more
removed from the Osiris drama than this politically expedient nonsense
about a victorious avenger who defeats and banishes evil for all time.

Contrary to his already perverted times Imhotep saw that the people?s
suffering did not stem from their amazing harmony and easy integration
with nature, with the river, the fertile soil, and with all other
animals, nor did it stem from their hatred of violence. To him they were
taken over by the priests -who had no compunctions about weaving lies
upon lies- and by endless levels, cobwebs of usurped authority filling
their minds with perverted facts about everything that mattered from the
moment of their birth to their death.

Some mysterious process had infected the human race and rated fighters
far above farmers and soldiers far above growers of crops and animals,
Imhotep?s heart overflowed with love to these potentially natural and
harmonious men. Of all mankind, these were the men nearest to Osiris,
yet they were so grossly used and abused.

Imhotep thought he had some leads into the genesis of this mysterious
process and he was determined to pursue these leads against all
obstacles and warning signs.

On the eve of his last birthday at the height of summer when the great
river sprang to life, flooding with abundance and bursting with Osirian
life energy he had a vision of such power that he knew it was an inner
message of a depth that can not be ignored. He knew that this was to be
his last year on earth.

He saw his beloved Osiris in the underworld as if screaming and shouting
in a deep deep vacuum pointing at him and asking for help. Imhotep
forthwith traveled incognito to Athribis Situated at the bottom of the
Nile delta proper, North of the capital Menufer his feet took him to the
spot where it was reputed Osiris?s heart was hidden after his cruel
murder and dismemberment. At that blood curdling spot he meditated for
hours. Imhotep went into a trance and sensed himself weeping in the
presence of the great benefactor Osiris. How can I help you? How can I
do your bidding?

Imhotep came to with a deep clear knowledge within

He knew that he had to discard his princely robes and make a pilgrimage
to Thebes then down the enchanted valley throughout the blessed villages
and cities of Kemet proclaiming Osiris? teachings on the way.

This was now an urgent call, as he knew his days on earth were numbered.
Imhotep?s own heart which had been so refined and thinned to
transparency with feeling and compassion had developed a seer?s quality.
Seeing into the past and into the future.

He saw with his heart?s eye terrible twists, lies, forgeries and
terrible dynamics carefully woven out of an endless and ruthless power
struggle He knew also that Thebes will seed great empires that will grow
and last to the end of time, He knew that Kemet will seed the World?s
conceptual framework to the end of time. If the cobwebs of lies being
woven even during Imhotep?s life time were allowed to grow and if the
tampering with history to gain advantages in the power struggle would be
allowed to proceed unchallenged, the manipulated seeds will carry within
them inevitable self-destruct mechanisms that will erupt disastrously
even 40 centuries hence.

He knew that if the human race was to be saved from unimaginable
suffering and catastrophe, then he must enrich, without fail, the Theban
and Kemetian seeds with the Osirian anti-violence knowledge, the
rightful midwife to all greatness and to the arts and sciences and to
the fulfilment of the great dream of Amen and Amaunet that became this
world.

Within his being Imhotep heard again and again what Osiris had asserted
in his many incarnations on earth " do not look for or wait for hasty
results. The seed is the most important contribution. Be sure to
impregnate the seed. When the right time comes or if the consciousness
is born with sufficient cumulative intensity to create the right time,
the Osirian vision will flourish like a wonderful tree bearing the
divine fruit for all.

Imhotep had already sensed terrible and dangerous dynamics as he
participated in the yearly festivals up and down the valley and the
delta when the Osiris passion was enacted year after year.

The story was very subtly transformed into a crude material battle of
arms and armour between good and evil. The son Horus avenging his dead
father, winning the battle and the glory while his adversaries are
totally defeated and crushed after being stigmatised and dehumanised.
The pharaoh representing absolute good then impersonates Horus the
victorious and now becomes the absolute ruler.

Throughout this manipulated Osiris passion drama or rather non-drama,
Osiris plays a completely passive and marginalised role. He is in this
fraudulent play a dead body surrounded by priests and enclosed in a
magnificent sarcophagus. A glorified prison surrounded with glorified
guards. Up and down the land of Kemet, the valley and delta of the great
river, Imhotep monitored the growth of priesthoods, temples and cults
specialised in robbing the great passion drama of its essence. At the
end of this dangerously manipulated non-drama of good and evil the
pharaoh, always absolute good, emerged as absolute victor with license
to commit any injustice unchallenged. All were hypnotised till the next
festival to believe erroneously that absolute good always wins the day.

Imhotep had a deep calling to revive the drama as he knew it.

His approach was typically Osirian. He was not to force the drama or
even teach it per se. He was to go on a pilgrimage, raise the
consciousness of the people who followed him by telling the true history
of the birth of the world and the birth of man.

He would reveal the deeply buried information about the birth and
empowerment of the secondary Gods and about Osiris. He determined to
reveal all before he departed from this world. He had tried with the
princes and priests and failed. This was his last chance.

He would persevere to the point where his followers would be hit by the
very insight that was tormenting him. He would use all his Osirian
skills to unleash that miraculous process, chemistry of enlightenment.
His will be himself a nightly theatre of enlightenment till the precious
happening he so deeply yearned for happened. He dreamt the insights
would be so powerful that they would turn within the recipients into
music, poetry, dance and movement.

He was sure this happening would release and recreate the real passion
of Osiris, which resided deep in the heart of every son of man.

He would thus allow the people of Kemet, the ones accidentally chosen by
the great river to be fertilisers of empires and civilisations
throughout the world to the end of time, to enact as has been their
custom the true story of the Osiris passion.

Imhotep knew, Contrary to the farce enacted yearly as the Osiris passion
drama , that Osiris is never victorious. He was never victorious. The
Osirian song continues for always asking to be admitted and empowered in
the world of men never through the power of arms or armour. The
fraudulent Osirian drama so closely guarded by the priests was a
flagrant decoy.

Imhotep started his journey along the great valley gradually approaching
Thebes and gathering a rising number of followers. Periodically he sat
by a great and wise tree along the roaring pulsating river. He recapped
with his enraptured listeners the story and teachings of Osiris. He was
amazed and overjoyed to find that inside many of these simple and abused
Egyptian peasant farmers, the Osirian drama had somehow survived in
their subconscious. They went along with the ritual story of the battle
between good and evil and the triumph of the avenging son ending in the
re-mummification and re-burial of the reconstructed Osiris as king of
the other world, because this was what the priests and the powerful
decreed.

It was as if they, the powerful had decreed that the reconstruction of
Osiris?s dismembered parts can only be allowed on condition of his
assured death and mummification and banishment to the other world. As a
cover for this horrendous man limiting disaster, no amount of praise,
glorification or deification was spared for the dead and securely
mumified Osiris. Still these apparently mostly simple peasant farmers
felt a deep frustration even an unhealed wound of sadness in their
hearts for, after all, they were the ancestors of the first Egyptians
who knew Osiris not only in name but also in his body and his being and
amongst whom Osiris actually walked the earth.

Imhotep?s discerning physician?s eye had diagnosed this deep sadness
affecting the heart of all peasant farmers cultivating the banks of a
living river.

Thus then spoke Imhotep Architect, visionary, astronomer and the
greatest physician of all time who gave up the highest princely and
priestly privilege to fulfill his Osirian calling.